You see them, want to smell them, secretly want to be conquered by them- my big black, powerful boots. You know the woman who wears these boots out is in full control of her self. She demands respect. Expects submission from me. And turns heads everywhere she goes. You know you are weak when you so much as hear the click clack of big boots entering a room. WHen you see a gorgeous woman like myself filling the shoes- you lose it. Get on the floor. Know you will never live up to my expectations of an equal. So grovel on the ground and accept the fact you're a lowly boot bitch.